Wrapping Up, part 2

Posted on Tue Oct 18th, 2011 @ 8:44am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson

1,397 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Michnar VII

ON

[OLD]

Upon request Camilla went and got the man his drink. After it was replicated she walked over and handed it to him. She could still tell he was slightly weak from the virius but then she looked up at Tyrr with a stern look. She spoke no words to him, she'd hope her look was good enough to let him know he should be a shamed of himself to ever think a race like this shouldn't deserve any help. After a few seconds she turned her had back to the man in the chair, "I'm glad your much better, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?" She made her voice sould sweet and soothing even thou she wanted to smack Tyrr in the face.

[NEW]

Tyrr shook his head and went back to work. It wasn't his job to tend to people, he was just the specialist. His job was to find, and fix what other people put out. He didn't care about people as a whole, just how others were always looking for something new to destroy their enemies. "That may be true Doc, but as a Marine, and an NBC Specialist, helping people isn't what I do all day long. What I do is find new diseases, new plagues, new ways of radiation poisoning, and new nerve agents, and how to counteract them. I'm not a nurse, or a Doctor. I never took the hippo-critic oath, and never plan on it." Looking at the Nurse, he smiled darkly, having seen her looks from the corner of his eye. "And I know I said that wrong."

"Thanks," Wesley said as he look up at the nurse, grasping the glass. "Just continue your duties to help others, nurse. I'm sure I will slowly regain my strength." He took a few sips as he watched how irritated the NBC specialist appears to be. He was surprised that the man never took a medical oath with that career. He should have, Wesley thought.

Kara and Helena positioned themselves around the corner from the main door. The front of the line was well-guarded, but back here, with people "out of sight" it was far too easy for things to get out of control.

The women stood side by side, weapons at the ready and glared at anyone who looked like they were even thinking of misbehaving.

Callen went around and gave people their medications and once she was done she went and gave people something to eat and drink thinking perhaps they were hungry or thirsty. She always placed a smile on her face as she went around sharing a few kind words here and there to the people.

Two men rushed through the entrance, passing the guards, one shouted, "my friend was shot!" The other one appeared to be half conscious as he tried to speak, holding the right side of his chest with blood oozing down his shirt.

Doctor Bowen immediately went to him, "let's get him to the O.R. room." She helped guide him over to the area as Doctor Valdez arised from his cot to attend to them. Leanne looked at the surgeon. "Are you up for this?"

He glanced at her as he picked up his mask and surgical cap, entering the O.R. area. "Yes. I'm a lot better now. What do we have here?" He waited till they place the man on the surgical table and removed his shirt.

The injured man's friend didn't leave his side. "He was shot...I think the government shot him!"

"His name?" Wesley asked.

"Thames is his name. I'm Breeon. Please do something!"

Doctor Valdez quickly washed his hands as Doctor Bowen was inspecting the open wound and doing scans. "Nurse," he looked to the nearest one that was named Helga. "I need you to prep for surgery here." He put on the mask and the cap, feeling the adrenaline running through his veins.

Hel nodded. "Yes, doctor." She set about quickly and efficiently setting out sterilized equipment and set them beside Doctor Bowen.

"Black powder wound 3-4 centimeter in diameter, a bullet pierced through his superior lobe of his right lung, missed the brachial artery by a few inches," Doctor Bowen said. "I'm going to let you and the nurse handle the surgery." She stepped back from the table to let him take over. "If you need anything, let me know."

Doctor Valdez picked up the scalpel as he looked at his boss, "yes, ma'am." He turned to his nurse, "vitals, please?"

Hel hooked the patient to the biobed and watched as the man's vitals began to display on the monitor.

Wesley nodded at her before he looked down at the wound. "Okay, let's get this man fixed. Breeon, I need you to step away from the table and get some juice."

A nurse led him away from the O.R. area and gave him a chair to sit in.

After a half hour, Doctor Valdez finished up with the wound after pulling out the bullet. He stepped back from the table as he looked at Helga, "Good job. Seal up the wound and monitor his vitals every 30 minutes. He can't be moved to a cot after an hour. I will see to his partner." He turned, pulled his mask down to let it hang under his chin, and placed his hands in the sink to wash them.

"Yes, Doctor." Helga waited for the doctor to move away before she stepped in with a dermal regenerator and began, layer by layer, to close the wound.

Doctor Bowen approached Tyrr. "Looks like just about everybody has had their injection. I think we need to notify the Captain and get this wrapped up. If the government decides to keep killing, I'm not going to stay and keep healing. It looks like a diplomatic's job..."

Looking up at the Doctor, Tyrr shook his head. "Let the diplomatic Corps have this place, they don't want the help we offer, then they can figure it out themselves." Closing down his equipment he looked away, then said. "I have the feeling we were destined to fail here... and so will anyone else that comes out here."

Daniels walked in. He looked fairly unimpressed about something. He nodded to the doctors. "Is Ensign Stran up, and about yet? I have a few things to go over with him."

Leanne shook her head, "Seems like nothing is ever going to be done if this keeps going. We are working hard, but we are all getting to the point of exhaustion." She looked at Daniels who approached them. "He should be awaking up soon. He is over there," she pointed, "if you want to go talk to him. But, he will need some rest as well as everybody else." She looked back at Tyrr. "What I really need is a magical wand to make this all disappear," she joked lightly. "I would really need a cup of herbal tea."

"I think it would probably be advised to refrain, then." Daniels said, shaking his head. "I do not think Stran will react well to this information. As to a cup of herbal tea, I can have some sent in for you, if you like."

Helga passed by just then and paused. "We can replicate some herb tea if you wish, doctor."

She let out a smile, even if she felt tired. "I thank both of you for trying to do that. Yes, I would like some herbal tea. I'm sure Stran won't react well..."

"Likely." Daniels said, nodding. "I'm not sure I'm reacting to it well."

Helga went to the replicator and returned with a cup of steaming herb tea. She gave it carefully to the doctor. "Will there be anything else, doctor?"

"No. Thanks for the tea," Leanne replied.

Kara entered the warehouse at a brisk pace and stopped before Ensign Daniels. "Captain Mangalia just informed me. How can I be of help?"

"Get a squad together. Find Kyt. Quickly." Daniels said. He nodded to the others. "Now, I'm off. Have a good day."


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Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant JG Wesley Valdez
Surgeon

Chief Warrant Officer Callen Thompson
Shuttlebay Manager

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security Officer

Staff Sergeant Kara Melo
Platoon Leader

Tyrr
NBC Specialist

Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga Lowe
Nurse

 

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